Odysseus, who just violently and mercilessly murdered 108 or so men, who claims in the next song that he’s no longer a kind or gentle man, actively listens to Telemachus and kindly and gently responds to everything his son’s expressed.
Telemachus asks, “Am I like you? Am I strong like you? Will you embrace me? Will you love and accept me as yours?” He says, “I’ve felt so alone.”
And Odysseus claims him in a heartbeat, answering, “My son. My boy. My sweetest joy I’ve ever known. I embraced you twenty years ago. I’d do the impossible for you. I’d die for you.” He says, “Seeing the men here today, I can only wonder what you’ve been through for twenty years. My son, you’re already strong. You’re my own. You’re not alone. I’m home.”
And then they fucking embrace.
To be light as the breeze,
Eloquent and full of grace,
My presence in the present.
I lied. Put your clothes back on. I’m going to explain why i love The Secret History and how it also criticizes me.
every time I lie to fit in or to seem more interesting to those around me, the ghost of richard papen grows stronger
no one mourns the wicked//no, one mourns the wicked
no one mourns the wicked//no, one mourns the wicked
atp the only way we’re going to get out of this ai shit while people’s brains are still semi intact is to start bribing influencers and tiktokers into saying chatgpt is cringe and it emits a frequency that blocks your divine energy which can only be channeled back by reading a book and talking to your friends
Just posting this before I forget
New Stormbringer illustration by Hoshikawa